Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.